GUNTER POV
I hated every damn second of this.
Watching her walk toward that ring with daylight carving hard lines into her face — watching her shoulders set like steel and her jaw lock with that quiet fury — felt like standing in front of a storm I couldn’t stop.
Every animal part of me wanted to leap in, to drag Tyler out by the throat and break him bone by bone.
But I’d promised her.
I promised I’d stand back.
Let her fight. Let her burn him clean.
So I squeezed her hand until my knuckles went white all the way to the training grounds, holding on like that touch was the only tether keeping me sane.
She didn’t pull away. She never did.
My Fire Lily — she walked beside me like fire given flesh. Her chin high. Her braid swinging like a banner. Her eyes burning brighter than the mo
